Cang Feng and Yan Lie, both high-ranking Gods, clashed in the bizarre mist outside the River of Wisdom. Yan Lie wielded his longsword, while Cang Feng, clad in gray armor, met him head-on. Their divine domains collided in a clash of their respective Daos. Worlds surged into existence, shattered, and reformed in an endless cycle. Beams of light, arcs of lightning, and strands of their Heavenly Daos intertwined and exploded in mutual annihilation. The two evenly matched Gods were locked in fierce combat. The bizarre mist, as if sentient, drifted away from their battlefield. What once struck fear into low-ranking Gods like Pan Di and the Thunderveil Godbeast dared not brush against Cang Feng or Yan Lie. It was as though it feared provoking powers beyond its comprehension. A golden figure silently emerged in Huo Ji's sea of consciousness. It was a projection of Pang Jian formed from his divine sense. Hidden within the bizarre mist is the Sovereign responsible for weaving its laws and reigning over it with unshakable authority. In Huo Ji's flame-wreathed sea of consciousness stood a ruby-like crystal. It was his Divine Persona. A golden mist enshrouded this crystal, isolating it from his sea of consciousness, divine power, and divine consciousness. Pang Jian's divine sense surged forth like an intricate web, saturating Huo Ji's sea of consciousness and body. His limbs, bones, organs, and blood became filled with Pang Jian's will and divine power. The bronze pendant beneath his feet resonated with the one held by Pang Jian's physical body, as though the two had fused into one. The divine power of Pang Jian's true body, Sovereign Demonheaven's demonic cloak, the domineering Thunder Pool, and even his physical body itself could all be transported over through the World God Pendant. My dear Immortal Divine Soul, you've probably guessed what's going on by now. Pang Jian's divine sense, tethered to the body of Huo Ji, watched the battle unfolding between Cang Feng and Yan Lie. At the same time, he also kept a close eye on his Immortal Divine Soul, ready to summon the divine artifacts and break Fu Ya's River of Wisdom at any time. Fu Ya pursued the Dao of Wisdom, which can also be considered a branch of the Dao of Soul. I doubt the River of Wisdom will be too difficult to blast through with the Thunder Pool in hand. With my grasp of the Dao of Lightning, all I need is... Pang Jian weighed his options in silence. Meanwhile, the divine sense he had released earlier continued to drift through the bizarre mist, still searching for the Rock Devourer. Hopefully, the Rock Devourer makes it out. As he had that thought, he caught sight of fragmented lands bound in bluish-black radiance, shifting and reassembling as though freshly woven laws were stirring to life. It seemed the smaller Rock Devourer, missing from the heart-shaped fragmented land, was still needed to complete its new form. Fu Ya had seized all the scattered fragments of the Rock Devourer. Only that one small body had managed to escape. I have to make my move now! Pang Jian was done watching. Yan Lie's searing longsword crashed down, cleaving Cang Feng's divine domain into pieces. At that moment, the World God, "Huo Ji," charged forth on his World God Pendant, heading straight toward the River of Wisdom like a moth to flame. "Huo Ji! What are you doing?!" Yan Lie cried, eyes flashing with shock and confusion beneath his armor. Huo Ji is just a mid-ranking God. Is he really going to brave the River of Wisdom before I do? Are all the divine beings from the abysses this fearless? Though they hailed from different places, they were both still part of the Flame Race. Most of the Flame Race in the starry skies resided in starry domains under his command. Naturally, he knew their habits and temperaments well. Huo Ji, on the other hand, was the World God of the Fire Abyss within the bizarre mist—someone he was not familiar with. Even so, Yan Lie had long known that the divine beings of the bizarre mist were often fierce warriors, bold and unafraid of death. Lie Yang, Sha Jia, and Ah Man were the same. If I hadn't insisted on bringing them into the starry skies under the Lord's command, they would've fought to the end without hesitation. Regrettably, Sovereigns are exceedingly rare among those from the bizarre mist. If not... Moved at the sight of Huo Ji's bravery, Yan Lie fell briefly silent. Then, coming back to his senses, he barked sharply, "Mou Qi! If any of you dare lay a hand on Huo Ji, don't blame me for not giving face to Lady Fu Ya!" Mu Ya was about to tear Huo Ji apart using her mastery of spatial laws when she heard the Fire God's words and restrained herself. Even Mou Qi gave a cold snort. Though Cang Feng had already exchanged blows with Yan Lie, neither party had ever intended to fight to the death. It had all been a matter of pride. However, Yan Lie's fierce defense of Huo Ji made it clear that this subordinate held great importance to him. Killing Huo Ji would truly enrage Yan Lie, perhaps to the point of all-out war. If that happened, no one would walk away unscathed. "Mu Ya, he's just a mid-ranking God. He can't break through Lady Fu Ya's River of Wisdom. There's no need to concern yourself with him," Mou Qi said, casting a subtle glance at her, silently urging her not to act rashly. Mu Ya tamped down the simmering rage in her heart, gaze shifting away from Huo Ji and back toward Cang Feng. "Cang Feng, you're my man. You need to win back my pride!" "Of course!" Cang Feng called back in response. His four unique divine domains of wind, cloud, rain, and lightning wove together and pulled apart in rapid succession. On the seventh cycle, the four divine domains fused into one, completely engulfing Yan Lie's fiery divine domain. "Mu Ya, I won't let your injury go unanswered!" With that, Cang Feng's body shrank to the size of a mustard seed and appeared on the back of Yan Lie's longsword-wielding hand. "Fourfold Domain Crush!" A thunderous explosion tore through the armor covering Yan Lie's hand, rending flesh and bone, scattering blood, and wrenching the searing longsword from his grasp. At that exact moment, a spatial rift not under Mu Ya's control split open behind Huo Ji. From it emerged a silver-bright Thunder Pool, wreathed in crackling lightning. Clusters of Dao Seals surged forth like rising clouds among the palaces within the pool. Thunder rumbled, shaking Mu Ya's Divine Persona so violently that it nearly shattered. A Heavenly Dao, hell bent on eradicating the Ghost and Demon Races, permeated the air. Its will was unmistakable to any sentient being. This fanatical Dao was, by its very nature, demonic. Only one God in the boundless starry skies had comprehended the Dao of Lightning with such a merciless goal in mind: the Duke of Thunder! "The Thunder Pool!" Mou Qi cried out in alarm. The orb in his hand, known as the Eye of Wisdom, was a divine artifact that Fu Ya had gifted him. Spectral beings danced within the orb—souls and light of wisdom that Fu Ya had refined, woven into dozens of soul-related techniques using her far-reaching divine arts. The spectral beings refined from the souls of the Ghost and Demon Races within the Eye of Wisdom were annihilated the instant the Thunder Pool emerged from the spatial rift. The Duke of Thunder's uncompromising Dao had stripped Mou Qi of his ability to suppress Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul any longer. Silver-bright palaces appeared in the Thunder Pool one after another. Lightning Serpents, Thunder Birds, Thunderveil Beasts, and Thunder Gods of the Spirit Race, Celestial Race, and Radiant Race could be seen above the palaces. These were all ancient Thunder Gods who once stood at the pinnacle of the Dao of Lightning. This Thunder Pool had once crushed the Ghost and Demon Races into submission and suffocated even the Nether Gods. Under Pang Jian's care, the Thunder Pool had gradually been restored, drawing in the necessary lightning to regain its previous power. Combined with Pang Jian's deep comprehension of the mysteries of lightning, the Thunder Pool could display the terrifying might of its past once more. "Ah, I've just remembered something." Inside the encirclement of the River of Wisdom, Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul grinned. "The Dao of Lightning restrains the God of Wisdom as well, doesn't it?" As the words left his mouth, the lightning from the Thunder Pool tore apart the River of Wisdom! Lightning bolts slithered like dragons, and lightning spheres raged like world-ending tribulation as they battered the River of Wisdom. At the bottom of the river, streaks of bluish-black radiance—the crystallized insights of the God of Wisdom—were obliterated beneath the thunderous onslaught. The River of Wisdom broke apart like segments on a serpent's spine. The barrier separating the two Pang Jians vanished.